not just my heart but a world-record
is broken,
never before has my heart crumbled,
so fast, so furiously,
never before, the aorta so torn
from its moorings

kneeling, bowing, clasping the divine feet of Avadhut,
forgive me O Lord but do not pity me,
I deserve this coarse sack,
depraved, time-worn, dissolute souls do not enter
the celestial palaces, the mirage
of nectarean space

‘I cannot say it enough,
I love you,
whatever ‘I’ is left
after loving you’,
a disembodied voice in the half-devoured night,
in the steely, wet dawn